17 November 2009

We went back to First Light for breakfast and this time I had the french toast in my sights. With a side of bacon of course. Booyah:

And here's a shot of the lovely interior:

It was good, but honestly not as good as it looks. If I were to get it again I would've asked it to be extra crispy (I like crispy, alright!?) and I would've asked for the whipped cream on the side as it made the toast soggy. The bacon was very good however. Considering this was their signature item on the menu I was a bit disappointed. The best items I ate there were no question the pancakes and potatoes. The biscuits weren't too shabby however.

Judy and Dave wanted to go look at properties so we had the day to ourselves. Our first stop was the Currituck Lighthouse.

We paid a small fee and climbed the sprial stairs up to the top.

It was windy as hell up there but we took in the marvelous view anyway.

After this we rode around looking for a decent local ice cream place to satiate Nikki's sweet tooth but once she saw Dairy Queen the thought of a Blizzard ended our search. Doubly so when I spotted the sign that they were offering a seasonal pumpkin pie blizzard!

It was friggin delicious. The spice blend they sprinkled on top was definitely more than just nutmeg. It really was a terrific blizzard. I loved the chunks of pie crust. Lovely. Gorgeous.

After DQ we hit up a place called the Corolla Brew Pub which unfortunately I neglected to get a picture of outside. We headed inside and I noticed they had a few local brews on tap. I ordered the brown and was immediately taken aback. This was the best beer I'd had in a long time, if not the best beer I've ever had. Wow. Look how pretty it is:

MMmmmmm. That is all I have to say. If you really want to know how it tastes, you'll make a point of trying it the next time you're in OBX. Nikki ordered a house cabernet and the guy brought it out in one hell of a wine glass. This was probably the biggest glass of wine I've seen served. Monstrous. Here is my lovely wife, attempting to conquer the crimson beast, pinky out of course.

I didn't get any great pics of the interior but here is a pic of the taps and the wall behind the bar, covered in glasses and lovely lovely liquor.

I couldn't leave this post without a picture of me enjoying said amazing brew, could I?

After a few rounds and Nikki's jug o' wine we met up with Judy and Dave for dinner. This time it was my choice so I chose a place we had driven by a few times that looked promising, the Red Sky Cafe.

One trend to this meal was lukewarm. Everything I ate was lukewarm. Let's get right to it. The asiago artichoke dip that was served with bread tasted like pizza in dip form. This would've been totally awesome had it been served hot. Unfortunately it was served room temperature. You will start to notice a trend here...

I also ordered a margarita and Dave promptly told the server (who was a snotty bish) to upgrade it to Patron. I didn't mind at all. While this was a real margarita and I applaud them for that I was kind of in the mood for a sickly sweet synthetic pre-bottled one. So this one didn't hit the mark for me. I may have felt differently had I been in the mood for a traditional margarita.

For my entree I ordered a special that unfortunately isn't on their online menu and this was so long ago I only have my terrible memory and one picture to go off of. It was a lamb and skirt steak dish served over pasta with feta cheese and roasted pine nuts.

As any normal person would, I expected this dish to be served HOT. But it was also served lukewarm. Room temperature. Meat served room temperature. Was the oven on a smoke break or something? I will give the place credit though, on second perusal of the menu it did say served over pasta salad so I guess it was my fault for not reading the menu correctly. But can you blame me? I was two beers and a margarita in, and I'm a skinny white boy with no tolerance. I picked at the dish for a minute or two and pushed it away. I had a very bad experience at this restaurant. On the other hand Nikki and Judy ordered the Herb Encrusted Chicken and I ate most of Nikki's and it was actually very tasty. Probably because it was HOT. Also Dave said his sweet and spicy duck was very good. I would've ordered that but I'm not huge on citrus glazes. I work at a citrus flavor and fragrance plant, can you blame me?

After dinner we headed over to the Swann Bar & Lounge for drinks and dessert. We headed up the stairs to a quaint little lounge area with a small bar and fireplace, at least I think there was a fireplace... The specialty drink menu was pretty damn impressive and had me salivating after my disappointing dinner. I ordered a cinnamon apple spice martini thing. The presentation was very pleasant:

Unfortunately it had too much Jack in it. It was a bit too strong. But martinis are supposed to be strong, right? I guess I just didn't know what I wanted to drink that night because it seems I wasn't pleased with anything. Anyway after perusing their dessert menu I ordered the apple pie a la mode. Another fantastic presentation:

Now this tasted wonderful. One quip I had was the massive amount of raisins I encountered in every bite. I wasn't expecting any raisins, let alone a 1:1 ratio (at least) of apples to raisins. Dave explained to me that this was a southern thing. I didn't mind it, I do love raisins, but I ordered apple pie, not raisin pie. See for yourself.

But like I said, it was good nonetheless. I end this post with a few pictures of our tipsy crew, I hope you've enjoyed this enthralling tale of my first experience of OBX. Which come to find out is a pretty damn boring place out-of-season and with nasty weather.

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